Returning the Favor

I’ve made Roderick come for years. My videos did the work. Now he wants payback. He shows up in tight latex, dragging a homemade rig that looks more interrogation than play. First he binds me to it. Straps bite. Zip ties snap tight around my wrists, ankles, waist. My legs are spread wide, locked open. Exposed. He starts with tickling. Gloves drag over my ribs, under my arms, across my feet. I thrash, laughing so hard it turns into screams, but there’s no mercy in it. He knows I hate it. That’s the point. Next come the gloves. Two thick, rubber-covered hands push into me at once—one down my throat, the other buried in my cunt. I gag, drool, clench around the intrusion while electrodes taped to my inner thighs crackle and sting. Then his cock. Rubber-sheathed, shoved straight between my lips until my eyes water. He fucks my face in short, deliberate strokes while the current keeps biting my thighs. Every time I moan around him, he shoves deeper. When he finally pulls out, he swaps it for a thick dildo and a vibrator. The dildo pounds deep and steady; the vibe stays glued to my clit. I come hard, again, again, body jerking against the restraints. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until my screams turn hoarse and my cunt won’t stop pulsing. Roderick didn’t just return the favor. He buried me in it.